Aeliana couldn't stop herself.
She just looked at him.
Elbows resting on the table, hands cupping her face, eyes locked onto his with a warmth she wasn't even trying to hide anymore.
Soft. Unrestrained. Unmistakable.
Lucavion blinked.
His smirk wavered—just slightly—as if something in him had not expected this.
Aeliana, for once, didn't smirk, didn't throw a sharp remark to cover up what she was feeling.
Because right now—
She didn't want to.
Lucavion had given her a gift. A reminder of the past, yes—but also of now. Of him. Of the fact that, whether she liked it or not, he had carved his place in her life so deeply that she couldn't imagine it without him.
And she was done pretending otherwise.
Her fingers brushed against the hairpin in her hair.
She exhaled softly, a faint smile curling on her lips.
"Lucavion."
Her voice was smooth, quiet.
Lucavion, still watching her carefully, lifted a brow. "Hmm?"
